MISTAKE 71

Chopje 1 Waking Up

Chapter 71: Waking Up

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There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, followed by the sound of Neil's voice, cool and collected as always, "Did something happen?"

"Someone is following Anya. Not one of ours. Find out if anyone caught them on camera," Daniel instructed.

"I'll get my people on it," he said, his tone light and somber. "We'll find out what we can. But you know it could be them instead of Stanley, right?" "I know," Daniel answered, glancing back at Anya's sleeping form.

"Your tricks have put a target on her back. Now they know what you would do to get her; they can't wait to get their hands on her," Neil said. "We don't know that it is them," Daniel said with a frown.

"True, but the chances are getting greater each day. Why couldn't you do like other men who have messed up and gone on your knees and begged? This is a lot of mess to clean up; are you sure you want to keep dealing with this legally? You know, there are many other ways..." Neil

started.

"It will not come to that. Find Stanley," Daniel instructed.

"Yes, boss,"

Daniel had only just ended the call; when his phone rang again, it was his mother. Worried that the sound would wake Anya,

"Mum," he answered.

"I heard what happened. How is Anya?" she asked.

"She is fine, mom," he answered.

"How could you let this happen? I thought you put some security on Anya," she said.

"She didn't like them, so I had them stay away. There is only one team around her. They are supposed to stay away and observe. It is not ideal. If something happens, they can't get close enough to her in time like today," he said, running his hand through his hair, "Briny her home later; I will convince her to let you put security on her."

"Okay," Daniel answered.

doing?" his mother

asleep," he

Changer 21. Waking Up

him when you get back,"

"Okay,"

the pit of his stomach. He knew that until he got rid

stale beer, cigarette smoke, and quiet menace. Three men huddled over a battered table, their

the men, a bulky brute with forearms like gnarled tree trunks, slid a crumpled piece of paper across the scarred

of names. An array of influential figures from the realms of business, entertainment, and politics-people of wealth and power who all have bounties on their heads. Tracing a calloused fingertip down the list, one of the others grunted in surprise. "Hold up, who the hell

me? You don't know who that is?" He shot them a pointed look from beneath his lowered brow. "That's Daniel Shaw's wife, you fools." The implications settled over the table like a dark cloud. Even in their shadowy underworld ecosystem, the

a damn death wish, but it is the 12 guns. Getting in between

organizations would take the

Jimmy already took that job." One of

cutting toward the speaker

about our Jimmy? Tell me you're shitting

realized that this was

a word, the third man slid a burner phone across the table and began punching in

was clear in their minds. They had

line was ringing once...

city, Jimmy jolted upright at the shrill ring, shattering the silence

motel room.

replaying his failed attempt at

an art store when Jimmy made

fled straight through the doors of the imposing Shaw Group building across the

her would have been pure

his burner's cracked screen but swiped. to

the tension bled from Jimmy's shoulders at the deep

old friend and former partner-in-crime wasted

out on a job right now, Jim? There in the capital?" Jon on the

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